At night, Ling Song sat at the desk doing homework, feeling restless.
It took half a day to finish writing the papers assigned by the school.
The screen of the mobile phone that was placed aside lit up for a moment, and a new WeChat message came in.
Wen Yuanchu: I am attending a training class in No. 12 Middle School, and I live in a nearby hotel. I will participate in the rematch here this weekend. You must concentrate on your studies, listen carefully in class, write all the homework assigned by the teacher, and be on time. Rest and don't think too much.
Ling Song pursed his lips, the pipe was too broad.
He didn't reply, another one came over there.
Wen Yuanchu: I heard people say that you did not pass the monthly exam this time. It should be because you have been sick and had a fever for the past week. Don’t be discouraged. It’s normal for your grades to fluctuate. Just try to do well next time. I’ll help you after the competition is over. Make up lessons, I will definitely be able to catch up.
Ling Song directly blacked out the screen of the phone, and put it back on the table instead.
He calmed down, stopped thinking about it, and started to study the questions seriously.
Three hours later.
Ling Song climbed into bed after taking a shower, and was about to fall asleep, when another new message from Wen Yuanchu came in on WeChat.
It was a night view of the starry sky over the sea that he took.
Wen Yuanchu: The No. 12 Middle School is near Haishi, and the hotel I live in is right by the seaside. I just went out and walked along the seaside for a while. It’s rare to see stars today. Let me show you too.
Wen Yuanchu: Does it look good
Ling Song clicked on the big picture, stared at the flickering starry night for half a minute, but did not reply.
Wen Yuanchu: I think it looks pretty good.
Wen Yuanchu: One autumn, you couldn’t sleep at night, and you climbed up to the rooftop and said you wanted to watch the stars. I happened to be staying in the palace that night, and the people around you couldn’t persuade you, so they called me over. You were in a good mood when I went up. Bobo, pointed to the brightest star and asked me if it looked good, but when I scolded you, you stopped smiling and your eyes turned red.
Wen Yuanchu: I was just worried about you, afraid that you would catch a cold. In fact, I already regretted it after I finished scolding.
Wen Yuanchu: If there is another chance, I will watch it with you.
Ling Song was stunned.
If Wen Yuanchu hadn't mentioned it suddenly, he would have almost forgotten about it.
It was his first year as the throne, and the tragic death of his relatives left him in shock. He was trembling all day long, walking on thin ice, and couldn't sleep every night.
That time when he woke up in the middle of the night and saw the bright stars outside, he became very interested and wanted to see what happened, so he climbed up to the highest observation platform in the palace.
Wen Che came later, he originally wanted that person to watch with him, so he opened his mouth, but that person scolded him fiercely.
Only then did he realize that Wen Che was really not human at all.
Ling Song sighed in his heart, wondering what was the meaning of Wen Yuanchu's sudden mention of the past.
The starry night four hundred years ago will never happen again.
So I don't want to bother with him.
Turn off the phone and lie down under the quilt, close your eyes, and soon fall into a deep sleep.
Only in the dream, he seems to have returned to the past.
On the observatory platform, in the moonlit night and night tide, he pointed to the brightest star and asked that person if he looked good.
The man stepped forward, and stood side by side with him, watching the starry sky together that night.
Ling Song woke up naturally at six o'clock in the morning.
The scene in the dream was still clearly imprinted in his mind, and he was a little dazed.
He didn't even know whether the person who accompanied him to watch the stars in the dream was Wen Che or Wen Yuanchu.
After he fell asleep last night, Wen Yuanchu sent him another message, telling him good night and sweet dreams.
Ling Song thought blankly, he did have a not bad dream last night.
Classes continued as usual in the next week, and all the students in the third year of high school tensed up, and under high pressure every day, they kept sprinting for mountains and seas of questions.
Only the desk beside Ling Song is always empty
For Ling Song, who has long been used to having another person by his side all the time, it is unavoidable to be a little uncomfortable.
But he forced himself to get used to the discomfort.
Only from time to time, I still think of Wen Yuanchu.
Then all sorts of indescribable complex emotions will arise in my heart.
Remind yourself again and again to stop thinking about that person.
Wen Yuanchu would send him a WeChat message every night.
Sometimes it is to care about his body, and sometimes it is to tell him about his studies.
Wen Yuanchu himself was busy preparing for the competition, but he took the time to help him sort out some compulsory and error-prone questions, so that he could do more and practice more.
Sometimes, Wen Yuanchu would tell him about the past like that night.
Most of them were trifles, many trivial things that even Ling Song couldn't remember, Wen Yuanchu would also tell him about them.
Although Ling Song never replied once.
On Sunday, Ling Song followed his mother to a wedding, and was arrested by his mother to carry bags.
At the entrance of the hotel, when Ling's mother greeted people, Ling Songbai looked around boredly, and noticed that the hotel was opposite the No. 12 Middle School, and suddenly thought of Wen Yuanchu.
During this period of time, Wen Yuanchu has been participating in competition training here, and the location of the rematch is also here, it seems that today is the day.
Ling Song glanced at his watch, it was ten past twelve.
At this point, he should have finished the exam in the morning, and he doesn't know if he has eaten yet.
After thinking about it a few times, Ling Song laughed at himself, what was he worrying about.
A person like Wen Yuanchu has been so powerful in two lifetimes, so there is no need for him to meddle in his own business.
After the wedding started, Ling Song kept his head buried in eating, and only looked up when the wedding march sounded.
These days, men and women wear black suits and white wedding dresses when they get married, which is not as festive as it was four hundred years ago.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help curling his lips. Anyway, he is a dead gay, it is impossible to get married in this life, and it doesn't matter to him whether he is happy or not.
What a pity.
Although he had a fiancée in his previous life, he never liked anyone, no matter male or female.
In this life, he was deceived by Wen Yuanchu.
If, if he had known that person was Wen Che, would he still like it
Ling Song couldn't say it, even if he subconsciously felt it was impossible, but deep down in his heart, there seemed to be another voice saying, not necessarily.
... Forget it, let's not think about it.
The wedding lasted until half past one, and the guests gradually dispersed.
Ling Song followed his mother and was about to leave. When his mother said goodbye to the owner's house, he saw Wen Yuanchu coming out of the elevator on the other side of the hotel lobby.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him, and Ling Song instinctively wanted to avoid it.
Wen Yuanchu had already seen him and walked towards him.
Wen Yuanchu probably had some accidents. He spoke to Ling Song slightly faster than usual: "Ling Song, why are you here?"
Ling Song lowered his head and didn't want to look at him, so he said in a muffled voice, "I'm here for a wedding with my mother, and I'm going back right away."
"I live here," Wen Yuanchu said. "Today is the rematch of the physical competition. There is a written test in the morning, and there will be an experimental operation test in the afternoon."
"Oh." Ling Song replied vaguely.
"Ling Song, you..."
Wen Yuanchu wanted to say something more, but Ling's mother over there came over after talking to someone and interrupted them.
Mother Ling was very surprised to see Wen Yuanchu: "Yuanchu? Why are you here?"
Wen Yuanchu explained the competition to her.
Mother Ling praised him with a smile: "No wonder I haven't seen you these days, so I came to the competition. Xiao Song only needs half of your skills."
Ling Songxin said, of course he can't compare, he has been unable to compare with this person since his previous life.
After saying a few words, Ling Song followed his mother and left without saying a word.
When he walked out of the hotel gate, Wen Yuanchu caught up with him again and said, "I'm going home today, can I go to see you tonight? I'll help you make up lessons."
"...I still have four or five papers that I haven't done. I have to check them in class tomorrow. I have to catch up with my homework tonight, so I won't make up the lessons."
Wen Yuanchu didn't force it: "Forget it, let's talk about it later."
Watching Ling Song and his mother go out, Wen Yuanchu sighed inwardly.
After getting in the car, Mother Ling asked Ling Song: "Did you quarrel with Yuanchu? Why do you ignore people?"
"No, no quarrel,"
Ling Song didn't want to say it, and he couldn't make it clear at all.
"Yuanchu treats you so well, and works so hard to help you make up lessons, so don't bully others."
"I don't have it."
He saw Wen Yuanchu in the rearview mirror. The man was still standing at the door of the hotel, looking in the direction of their car.
The lonely figure looked a little pitiful.
Ling Song felt depressed.
... He was clearly a liar, and he looked as if he was the one who was wronged.
Even his mother was cheated by Wen Yuanchu.
Who should he tell his grievances to
At night, just after Ling Song finished writing the paper, a new WeChat message came in.
Wen Yuanchu: Have you finished the test paper? Is there anyone who can't? You take a picture and send it to me, and I will write you the process of solving the problem.
He really didn't know how to do it. He didn't write the last small question of the last two big questions in the math paper just now.
Originally, he planned to leave it alone, but after a little hesitation, Ling Song still took a photo and sent it over.
Within a few minutes, Wen Yuanchu sent back the clear steps to solve the problem.
When Ling Song saw it, he immediately knew where his thoughts were stuck.
He didn't copy Wen Yuanchu's answer, but picked up a pen and did it again by himself.
For the first time in so many days, he replied to Wen Yuanchu.
Ling Song: Thank you.
Wen Yuanchu: After finishing the homework, go take a shower and go to bed early.
Ling Song didn't return, he packed his schoolbag resentfully, got up and went to the bathroom.
After taking a shower and lying on the bed, Ling Song didn't feel sleepy for a while, and picked up the phone to make boring calls again.
Wen Yuanchu sent a new message: Can't sleep? I see the bedside lamp in your room is still on.
Ling Song looked up and saw that the curtains of the room had been closed.
As expected, Wen Yuanchu was by the opposite window.
Hurry to close the curtains, and climb back to bed again.
Still don't care about that person.
Wen Yuanchu: The results of the rematch will be out tonight. I entered the provincial team and participated in the national finals in early November. Starting tomorrow, I will go to the provincial team for training, in the next city.
Ling Song felt relieved, he didn't want to see this person in the first place, it was the best way.
As for the faint loss, he deliberately ignored it.
After a moment of silence, when Ling Song thought that Wen Yuanchu had finally given up and stopped bothering him, another message came.
Wen Yuanchu: Ling Song, do you still remember that one winter, I went back to my hometown to worship my ancestors, and you asked me when I would come back, and you said that without me, you don't know what to do with many things. You still pulled my sleeve, as if you didn't want me to leave. I was actually very happy at that time, I thought you were reluctant to part with me.
... It seems that there is such a thing, Ling Song thought about it, and was a little speechless.
That was also the year he had just ascended the throne.
Although Wen Che is fierce, most of the time he actually relies on that person. No matter what happens, he will subconsciously ask Wen Che for help, and Wen Che can always solve his troubles.
When the man said he wanted to leave, even if it was only for a few days, he felt flustered.
But Ling Song thought that at that time, it was just that he was timid and cowardly, afraid that someone would harm him while Wen Che was away, not that he was reluctant to part with Wen Che.
Why is this person still in love with himself
Wen Yuanchu: Later, when I came back from offering sacrifices to my ancestors, I found that you had worshiped that Xing Taoist as a teacher. That time I scolded you again, saying that you are stupid and stupid, and you were easily deceived. You got angry and said that if you, the emperor, were not so stupid, how could you be overridden by the regent.
Wen Yuanchu: When I said those words, I didn't want to control you. I just always felt that Taoist Xing's intentions were upright, and I was afraid that you would be deceived by him. I used the wrong method, I should tell you well, I shouldn't scold you, hurt your self-esteem.
Wen Yuanchu: I may have fallen in love with you at that time, and I didn't even realize it myself, so I don't want you to rely more on others, so I lose my temper with you.
Ling Song didn't expect him to say that.
Wen Che liked him, he liked him at that time, why didn't he know at all
Wen Che obviously could only insult him, scold him, and teach him coldly.
He even said he likes it. Is there anyone who likes people so much
Ling Song felt aggrieved.
What he hates the most is when that person calls him stupid.
... But isn't he stupid, isn't he stupid
He couldn't refute it. If his master was really the one who killed him, then he was not only stupid and stupid, but also stupid.
Taoist Xing was originally an eyeliner placed by his father around Ni Wang, and was accepted by Ni Wang as a guest advisor and honored guest. At that time, the king rebelled, and Taoist Xing delivered the news for his father. His father was confident that he wanted to wipe out the rebellious party. He never wanted to be betrayed by the most trusted ministers around him. The prince's elder brother all died in that palace chaos.
During the half a month when he hid in the dry well, Taoist Xing kept him safe, kept him hidden from King Ni, and gave him food.
So he never doubted his master.
Now that I think about it, I'm afraid that from the very beginning, his father mistrusted someone.
After hesitating again and again, Ling Song picked up the phone and typed slowly.
Ling Song: Since you doubt him, why didn't you tell me
Wen Yuanchu: If I said so, would you believe me or him
Ling Song was speechless.
He didn't know, even Ma Taifu said that his master was a good man, without his master, he would have died at the hands of King Ni just like his relatives, and he would not have been able to wait for Wen Che to lead his troops to rescue him.
Wen Yuanchu: Forget it, it's over, don't worry about it.
Ling Song blacked out the phone screen and turned it off.
He tucked his head into the quilt.
In the silent darkness, he thought that if Wen Che had really told him at that time, even if there was no evidence, he might still have believed it.
He was afraid of Wen Che, but before receiving that cup of poisoned wine, the person he trusted and relied on the most was always Wen Che.
And only Wen Che.